Prodigy

Sleek and immaculate, handcrafted splendor.

Radical designs brimming with wonder.

Reality crafted with a caress so tender.

Plains of grainy white, torn asunder.

Line by line, formed by timeless precision,

grandeur defined by flawless decision.

Take this blank canvas and artistic vision

and show us your soul's vibrant rhythm.

Beautiful creations sprout and burgeon,

as if woven to life by the hands of Merlin.

Forms and features, filled to the margin,

unveiling a brand new world for us to indulge in.

Conjured is the storm of resplendence, cascades

of iridescent hue washing over monochrome palisades.

Drowned are the abyssal lakes in an azure shade

as sprawling forests come alive in vernal jade.

On come shadows, crossing into the realm of truth,

morphing like frantic terrors of youth.

Concealing seedy haunts of the scarred and uncouth

and transforming fiendish nightmares into sooth.

Light sears away the darkness like fire,

stirring within the kiln of desire.

Shy, delicate smile, exuding warmth despite her.

Luring me into the lair of the liar.

A final pass is all that's left,

careful of any detail their creation's bereft.

Simple letters, formed of motions hasty yet deft

before, at long last, a well-earned rest.

Reviews

[fadingtale]

This is beautiful! Love the rhythm and the flow and the imagery you leave in this poem! Thank you for submitting this for the inspiration contest!

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Love the wordplay. Vocabulary is often imprisoned by shallow minds, yet therein lies the substance of artistic expression.
This work is alluring in its wit and wisdom. For not all surrender to the foibles of "The Muse".

[Bryan Webb]

Where to begin with this? It's beautiful and flows expertly with a rhythm that holds you to the very end. The images painted here are crafted with a precision matched only by the art your work describes.

"Beautiful creations sprout and burgeon,
"as if woven to life by the hands of Merlin."

This was by far my favorite line from this, showcasing the magic of an artistic vision and how it brings the art breath and depth. Then the tone changes, bringing a darkness with it unto this beautiful scene and casting shadows of harsh reality.

A really great piece and I cannot wait to read more of your work, even if it's only half as good as this one was.(Haven't read them yet, believe me I'm not insulting them) A big clap to you and your work.

[Sazaku]

Wow, what a wonderful thing to come home to. Thank you so much for the overwhelmingly kind words, I really appreciate it.

That line is my favorite as well, hard to believe the first iterations of this piece didn't have it. I spent a lot of time revising on this poem, rewriting pretty much every word at some point (most of it several times). It's really rewarding to know all that work comes through to the reader.

I hope my other poems manage to live up to your praise. Thank you again.